“Muse of my nightmares, you have returned.” I sigh while straightening my dagger. “Are you here to escort me?” Nothing but silence greets me. I spin on my heels to find his darkened gaze roaming over me and his jaw is clenched so tight it must be painful. His cheekbones are so sharp I could hone a blade on them. A black leather tunic hugs his broad frame, and the gold buckles along the front match the rings adorning his long fingers. A sword hangs around his waist, and he looks…No.
